It’s midnight and I am in a hotel room in Arkadelphia. That’s right, Arkadelphia. I am just trying to get a little work done before going off to Sleepyland so that we don’t go flat-ass broke during this cross-country jaunt. Apparently the walls in this here hotel in Arkadelphia are pretty thin. I know this because I can hear a man snoring in the room next to us. For some reason, this makes me want to laugh hysterically.

Or maybe I’m just tired.